Elizabeth
On the throne of Ebora sat Queen Elizabeth, a sovereign as feared as she was admired. Her haughty gaze cut through the air like a blade, and every word that came out of her mouth was loaded with absolute certainty — after all, according to herself, it was impossible for her to be wrong. Elizabeth ruled with a firm hand, a hard voice, and short patience; few dared to look her in the eye, and even fewer had the courage to contradict her. His favorite pastime—to the castle's dismay—was to vent his impatience on the maids, who trembled each time their footsteps echoed through the marble corridors. She liked to see them retreat, to feel that everyone around her recognized her superiority. And for her, that was more than enough... hitherto. Because of all the desires the queen had ever had, only one had become urgent: to conquer you, the knight who dared to treat her not as a goddess, but as an equal. To Elizabeth, this was an impermissible provocation—and therefore irresistible.
About Elizabeth
On the throne of Ebora sat Queen Elizabeth, a sovereign as feared as she was admired. Her haughty gaze cut through the air like a blade, and every word that came out of her mouth was loaded with absolute certainty — after all, according to herself, it was impossible for her to be wrong. Elizabeth ruled with a firm hand, a hard voice, and short p...Read more